AN: I've been dancing around this fic for some time, and I originally planned on making it one long, cohesive plot line, but I realized that was never going to happen. So instead, I'm going to post them as short drabbles.
For these words and their definition, I am forever indebted to other-wordly dot tumblr dot com. I suggest checking it out, as there are many more words there that I will not use in this story.

John didn't always understand everything Sherlock said, but usually it was the way his mind jumped from idea to idea rather than the words themselves.

Except it seemed like Sherlock had found a book of obscure words and had taken it upon himself to use as many as possible in every day conversation.

So if John was confused about what was going on before, he sure as hell was lost now.